And finally, here I am again, still emptying boxes but breathing in the sea air. What a joy to walk round the corner and know there is freedom, miles and miles of beach and waves crashing in to shore. Is there anyone who can resist staring into rock pools or who doesn't enjoy the sound of the sea.
Some people think I'm mad but that's nothing new. This time I live in a small town surrounded by water on three sides. It's a town steeped in history and often known as "The Broch". I'll add a few photos and perhaps you'll understand why I moved here. Why I think it will inspire me to pick up the pen, or in my case, the laptop and get writing.